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Ridin' down the road in my pick-up truck ya better get ready cause I'm pickin' you up with a full moon a shinin' and a little bit a luck we'll run out outta gas and maybe get stuck we could get lost baby I don't care I ain't worried as long as you're there there ain't no place that I'd rather be next to sittin' next to me there ain't no place that I'd rather be next to you, next to me Barbecue chicken in aluminum foil just enough money for my gas and oil who needs your shrimp and your caviar? I'd sooner have you just the way you are Rich people got their money to hold mansion on the hill 'n' diamonds and gold well, it can't compare as far as I can see next to sittin' next to me there ain't no place that I'd rather be next to you, next to me Radio playin' our favorite song I'll change the station if the news comes on when the signal ain't comin' in too strong we'll make our music honey all night long if the Good Lord's willin' when we're old and gray the kids are grown up and moved away well, it can't compare as far as I can see next to sittin' next to me there ain't no place that I'd rather be next to you, next to me |
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Mill worker houses lined up in a row,
another southern sunday morning blow Beneath the steeple all the people have begun shakin' hands with the man who grips the gospel gun While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground heals up the morning air |
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I brought flowers to your door last night
I done wrong and I wanna make it right You say I'm not welcome here I know it oughta be perfectly clear But I can't help but wonder what it might be like If I had two dozen roses And an old bottle of wine |
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Just about a mile off-a one-oh-nine, There's a little church sittin' back in the pines. I promised that girl she was gonna be mine; I wouldn't be surprised if she was standin' there cryin'. Chorus: Wo-ah, I didn't know this bored-out Ford could go so slow. Wo-ah, You got to put your foot down on the floor, 'Yeah we've been rocking all night, now, don't you know You gotta get me to the church on Cumberland Road. Verse 2: Billy's passed out in the back, But I think he's alive. Bobby's got his head hangin' over the side. Here we are doin' only ninety-five. What's the matter with you, man? I thought you said you could drive! (Chorus) Verse3: Sweeter than the dew on a honeysuckle vine, Hotter than noon on the Fourth of July, Cutest little girl that I ever have known Waitin' at the church on Cumberland Road. (Chorus) |
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I don't pick up the mail
I don't pick up the phone I don't answer the door I'd just as soon be alone I don't keep this place up I just keep the lights down I don't live in these rooms I just rattle around I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a shadow |
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